The man has already turned around and is trying to check the hinges, making sure he didn’t, once again, break something.
“I always mess up around these wooden doors…”
He stands back up, after confirming nothing is damaged.
“The carnival makes sure its doors are always solid iron. I forget I have to worry about it when I go to… other… places.”
As he gets to the end of his sentence he begins to turn back around, his eyes get wider and he is stunned, but not shocked, at the altercation enveloping him.
Baxter ducks for cover under the barstool and tries to scurry along the side of the bar, hoping to make it around and behind the bar thus obtaining full cover.
"Sorry. It can be so hard controlling my anger, especially with my friend gone. I've gotten better at it. Before, I'd be in a constant rage."
She shakes the man's hand, blushing out of embarrassment. Then she turns to the small gnome and smiles.
"Hey Bax, did I scare ya? Why don't we start our little project? My friend's name is Shecta West, she is about 5ft tall and she always smiles." Urkia grins. She drags Baxter into a lounge area and sits down with him.
"Shecta West. Ok, that's good. Knowing the name of a missing person can always help."
Baxter has the permanent (until dispelled) illusion crated by Major Image follow them over to the lounge.
"We could visit a scriptorium and have a scribe make some posters with Shecta's likeness and pass them out to people, post them in high traffic areas. That could also help."
He shakes her hand in return, taking a sigh of relief that he didn’t have to fight.
“The name’s Slate, nice to… not fight you.”
After she walks away he shrugs and leaves his weapons on as he follows her and her little friend and sits close to, but not quite with them.
“Sorry to interject, but are you looking for someone?”
He attempts to flag down a member of the tavern staff as he speaks.
“I’m somewhat of a tracker myself, and my friends in the Longmire Carnival have been all over, so we have a big network of folks who might be able to help.”
"Oh, hello Slate! Yes, we are looking for someone. She looks just like this" - Urkia points at the illusion - "Well that is her, just an illusion. I'm Urkia and this is Baxter. I'm willing to give anyone who can find our friend 500 gold, so if you're interested in helping out, you can spread the word. Her name is Shecta West and she is a hero."
"Yes, we are trying to find Urkia's friend Shecta. She looks just like this."
Baxter gestures to the illusion of Shecta standing near them.
"We're thinking of having some posters made up to distribute. Do you think this... Longmire Carnival was it?... would let us circulate some there?"
"My name is Baxter by the way. It's nice to meet you, Slate." Baxter will stretch up on his tippy-toes as he extends his hand to shake much like a child trying to reach the cookie jar that's just out of reach.
With what sounds like a zipper being opened somewhere in the ceiling. A man falls to the floor. The pink skinned Tiefling stands up, brushes the dust off his chest. looks around the room rather embarrassingly.
"Ahem, Good day. I am Stray. Not sure where I am now. but not where I was a moment ago, clearly."
Stray's red eyes scan the room for anything that may tell him where he is. Seeing no hostile actions, he takes a seat on the far side away from people in a corner booth. He begins to mumble silently to himself, trying to figure out what just happened.
Slate smiles and shakes Baxter’s hand and takes a good look at his illusion.
“Yes, I see…”
He closes his eyes, a small rumbling of the ground occurs, as if he is sending out tremors to find her.
“All beings are felt by the earth differently. Meaning that the earth can detect where any given living thing is at all times. However, it seems she’s too far for my magic to pick up on.”
He shrugs and the rumbling stops as he open his eyes again.
“Yeah… we might be able to help. The Longmire Traveling Carnival and Phantasmagoria. We travel around the big cities and perform a story driven show. If we get posters, I can make sure and put them up next time we tour around.”
Slate tries to keep focus on Urkia and Baxter, trying not to pay any mind to the thud of someone falling behind him.
Slate looks out of the corner of his eye, not turning in any way, but looking to see the newcomer.
“He just traveled a great distance… the earth is… confused when people teleport. It’s hard for it to keep up with people constantly shifting locations.”
Stray recounting his steps, hears a loud shout from another patron. Looking around he sees a group looking in his direction.
"Um, as I stated before, I am Stray. I was on my very first, and probably last adventure. I was separated from my party, in my attempt to rejoin said party, I felt a plate on the floor compress. knowing I just stepped on a trap I awaited the pain that usually fallows that sort of thing. Next thing I know I'm laying on the floor in this establishment."
Answering Slate, "No, I'm a gnome, a forest gnome to be exact and Urkia here is an orc, but her missing friend is an elf, does that matter? I'm only asking because elves have strong ties to the Feywild."
"Hi Stray, I'm Baxter. Teleporting or planeshifting traps are rare indeed. I'm sorry to say but I don't think you're going to be rejoining your friends any time soon."
Baxter holds up a bocicne, "Care for a delicious snack?"He wishes he could offer more help to the lost stranger but doesn't even know where to begin.
Smiling at the offer from the Gnome, Stray bows slightly, "No thank you on your offer. I must confess I have felt more welcome in the few minutes I have spent here, then in the whole time with my group. Maybe it's just as well we were separated. Perhaps fate intervened. Again, thank you for your kind offer."
He takes a moment to think. As he does, his eyes close and his features blur a bit, and he ends up looking fully like a statue.
“No, Elves are fine. Even with their connection there is enough diversity amongst themselves I’m not worried.”
As he begins to talk he returns to his normal state and opens his eyes again.
“Let’s just say… the Faerie queen and I don’t have the best relationship.”
“And as for you…”
He turns to the Tiefling with an empathetic look about him.
“Unfortunately I’ve only ever seen a trap like that undone once before. And that required a dragon heart and a powerful Wish spell. Things like Counterspell and Dispel Magic don’t usually have an effect sadly. However I suppose it isn’t always a bad thing.”
"Well, hello. May I order drinks for all, please?"- Urkia looks at Stray suspiciously. She raises an eyebrow and then narrows her eyes. - "I think everyone deserves a treat. Drinks on me!"
"And by the way, this is my missing friend Shecta. If you've seen her, tell me. I will reward greatly." - says Urk the tall orc, almost overwhelmed at how Stray appeared in the tavern. Then she pulls the Baxter and Slate aside in a quiet corner and asks:
"Do ya really think we could trust this guy? I mean, he just appeared from the ceiling and expected us to welcome him like a newborn kitten. In my opinion, he's real shady."
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Urk blinks twice, her mouth hanging open.
"Ya can't just do that! What would the manager say If they saw this?"
Urk angrily stands up, ready to pounce.
"Sorry, little guy. I've gotta deal with this." Urkia says to Baxter, as she cracks her knuckles. She is in a state of rage.
The man has already turned around and is trying to check the hinges, making sure he didn’t, once again, break something.
“I always mess up around these wooden doors…”
He stands back up, after confirming nothing is damaged.
“The carnival makes sure its doors are always solid iron. I forget I have to worry about it when I go to… other… places.”
As he gets to the end of his sentence he begins to turn back around, his eyes get wider and he is stunned, but not shocked, at the altercation enveloping him.
Baxter ducks for cover under the barstool and tries to scurry along the side of the bar, hoping to make it around and behind the bar thus obtaining full cover.
Urk breathes in, breathes out.
"Sorry. It can be so hard controlling my anger, especially with my friend gone. I've gotten better at it. Before, I'd be in a constant rage."
She shakes the man's hand, blushing out of embarrassment. Then she turns to the small gnome and smiles.
"Hey Bax, did I scare ya? Why don't we start our little project? My friend's name is Shecta West, she is about 5ft tall and she always smiles." Urkia grins. She drags Baxter into a lounge area and sits down with him.
"Shecta West. Ok, that's good. Knowing the name of a missing person can always help."
Baxter has the permanent (until dispelled) illusion crated by Major Image follow them over to the lounge.
"We could visit a scriptorium and have a scribe make some posters with Shecta's likeness and pass them out to people, post them in high traffic areas. That could also help."
He shakes her hand in return, taking a sigh of relief that he didn’t have to fight.
“The name’s Slate, nice to… not fight you.”
After she walks away he shrugs and leaves his weapons on as he follows her and her little friend and sits close to, but not quite with them.
“Sorry to interject, but are you looking for someone?”
He attempts to flag down a member of the tavern staff as he speaks.
“I’m somewhat of a tracker myself, and my friends in the Longmire Carnival have been all over, so we have a big network of folks who might be able to help.”
"Oh, hello Slate! Yes, we are looking for someone. She looks just like this" - Urkia points at the illusion - "Well that is her, just an illusion. I'm Urkia and this is Baxter. I'm willing to give anyone who can find our friend 500 gold, so if you're interested in helping out, you can spread the word. Her name is Shecta West and she is a hero."
Urkia smiles at Baxter and Slate and says:
"Thank you, friends. May I call ya that?"
"Yes, we are trying to find Urkia's friend Shecta. She looks just like this."
Baxter gestures to the illusion of Shecta standing near them.
"We're thinking of having some posters made up to distribute. Do you think this... Longmire Carnival was it?... would let us circulate some there?"
"My name is Baxter by the way. It's nice to meet you, Slate." Baxter will stretch up on his tippy-toes as he extends his hand to shake much like a child trying to reach the cookie jar that's just out of reach.
With what sounds like a zipper being opened somewhere in the ceiling. A man falls to the floor. The pink skinned Tiefling stands up, brushes the dust off his chest. looks around the room rather embarrassingly.
"Ahem, Good day. I am Stray. Not sure where I am now. but not where I was a moment ago, clearly."
Stray's red eyes scan the room for anything that may tell him where he is. Seeing no hostile actions, he takes a seat on the far side away from people in a corner booth. He begins to mumble silently to himself, trying to figure out what just happened.
Slate smiles and shakes Baxter’s hand and takes a good look at his illusion.
“Yes, I see…”
He closes his eyes, a small rumbling of the ground occurs, as if he is sending out tremors to find her.
“All beings are felt by the earth differently. Meaning that the earth can detect where any given living thing is at all times. However, it seems she’s too far for my magic to pick up on.”
He shrugs and the rumbling stops as he open his eyes again.
“Yeah… we might be able to help. The Longmire Traveling Carnival and Phantasmagoria. We travel around the big cities and perform a story driven show. If we get posters, I can make sure and put them up next time we tour around.”
Slate tries to keep focus on Urkia and Baxter, trying not to pay any mind to the thud of someone falling behind him.
"Whoa... what the...?! Did you see that?" Baxter glances back and forth between Urkia and Slate to see if they noticed.
"Somebody just fell out of the ceiling and took a seat in the corner booth as if nothing happened!"
“I didn’t see anything, but I felt it…”
Slate looks out of the corner of his eye, not turning in any way, but looking to see the newcomer.
“He just traveled a great distance… the earth is… confused when people teleport. It’s hard for it to keep up with people constantly shifting locations.”
"WHO ARE YOU?" shouts Urk, confused and slightly angered at the person disrupting the time with her friends.
Slate suddenly realizes he forgot a very important question.
“Before I stay any longer, nobody here happens to be a member of the Fey, correct?”
Stray recounting his steps, hears a loud shout from another patron. Looking around he sees a group looking in his direction.
"Um, as I stated before, I am Stray. I was on my very first, and probably last adventure. I was separated from my party, in my attempt to rejoin said party, I felt a plate on the floor compress. knowing I just stepped on a trap I awaited the pain that usually fallows that sort of thing. Next thing I know I'm laying on the floor in this establishment."
Answering Slate, "No, I'm a gnome, a forest gnome to be exact and Urkia here is an orc, but her missing friend is an elf, does that matter? I'm only asking because elves have strong ties to the Feywild."
"Hi Stray, I'm Baxter. Teleporting or planeshifting traps are rare indeed. I'm sorry to say but I don't think you're going to be rejoining your friends any time soon."
Baxter holds up a bocicne, "Care for a delicious snack?" He wishes he could offer more help to the lost stranger but doesn't even know where to begin.
Smiling at the offer from the Gnome, Stray bows slightly, "No thank you on your offer. I must confess I have felt more welcome in the few minutes I have spent here, then in the whole time with my group. Maybe it's just as well we were separated. Perhaps fate intervened. Again, thank you for your kind offer."
He takes a moment to think. As he does, his eyes close and his features blur a bit, and he ends up looking fully like a statue.
“No, Elves are fine. Even with their connection there is enough diversity amongst themselves I’m not worried.”
As he begins to talk he returns to his normal state and opens his eyes again.
“Let’s just say… the Faerie queen and I don’t have the best relationship.”
“And as for you…”
He turns to the Tiefling with an empathetic look about him.
“Unfortunately I’ve only ever seen a trap like that undone once before. And that required a dragon heart and a powerful Wish spell. Things like Counterspell and Dispel Magic don’t usually have an effect sadly. However I suppose it isn’t always a bad thing.”
"Well, hello. May I order drinks for all, please?"- Urkia looks at Stray suspiciously. She raises an eyebrow and then narrows her eyes. - "I think everyone deserves a treat. Drinks on me!"
"And by the way, this is my missing friend Shecta. If you've seen her, tell me. I will reward greatly." - says Urk the tall orc, almost overwhelmed at how Stray appeared in the tavern. Then she pulls the Baxter and Slate aside in a quiet corner and asks:
"Do ya really think we could trust this guy? I mean, he just appeared from the ceiling and expected us to welcome him like a newborn kitten. In my opinion, he's real shady."